Descent
William demanded once more–and for a moment, she was once more, struck by the sheer resemblance to their Dad for a one frozen moment that felt like an eternity when she glanced at him.
It sobered her up almost instantly.
William definitely got his good looks… and sadly, his nosiness.
She raised an eyebrow, “I’m eating,”
“You don’t need to eat,”
Proserpina sighed again–and proceeded to shove the whole sweet treat on her mouth nonetheless. She didn’t want to admit it but he has a point there; as a goddess she didn’t really need to eat, and if she did, nectar and ambrosia would have been most fitting for her to eat… but the ‘heavenly’ taste gets so boring after a while of consuming them and wel